[Little Vivi sits happily in the sandbox meticulously building a little replica city complete with moats, flags, and dragons. (because Aluburna totally had moats and dragons, right?)]
[He quickly raises a finger towards this . . . clown-like, kabuki figure, motioning him to stop.]
"I wouldn't dare consider coming any closer."
[He would then stand up. A shadow cast from the rim of his helmet soon crawled across his face. His expression, however, did not change. He stared at the two.]
[He's a little consumed with your miraculous green helmet of wonder to notice you're addressing him. Sorry, Mori. He proceeds to go after the helmet until his nose bumps against an oddly-placed finger, smearing white greasepaint across it. He honks in surprise.]
Naw, my brother, it's all motherfuckin' chill, see? This motherfucker just want to be at gettin' his examine on all about that miracle on your lugbone! You feel me, dogg?
[His gaze shifts guiltily to the squashed architecture beneath his ratty, purple sneakers. Untied laces hang haphazardly around his ankles and drape over the newly demolished area. This elicits another honk out of him, this one more sheepish in tone.]
Awww, tits. Soooorry, li'l sister... Look, look! I'll help lock this fuckin' town down back on the wicked tracks to motherfuckin' recovery for fuckin' sure! Ain't gonna be no town like was this one once this motherfucker gets his help all on.
[He offers an enthusiastic smile, plopping his polka-dotted ass down in the middle of the sandbox. It's been... a while since he felt sand underneath him. He almost forgot what it felt like. He stared down at it, hands freezing in thought, mid-sculpt.]
[A vacant grin spreads across his face as he runs his bony fingers through the sand again. He imagined himself drawing little circles and spirals across the surface, like he did back home. The design could spread across the town, dotted with clown-nosed smiley faces here and there, inching tow--
Oh. Oh, she was poking at him, and maybe saying something?]
Ohh, uhhh...
[He trailed off, snapping out of it and working earnestly on another building.]
Hahaha, yeah! This brother's motherfuckin' okay as what's can be. Hey yo, this hive's gonna be bitchin'! Look here, look at this little motherfucker!
[There's now a tiny building where the candy shop used to be. It's kind of... lopsided, and it's sort of a miracle how it could even stand, honestly.]
Hope these pinky sand peeps can get their motherfuckin' forgiveness on at me.
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Date: 2012-02-09 03:10 am (UTC)"I wouldn't dare consider coming any closer."
[He would then stand up. A shadow cast from the rim of his helmet soon crawled across his face. His expression, however, did not change. He stared at the two.]
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Date: 2012-02-09 03:23 am (UTC)Naw, my brother, it's all motherfuckin' chill, see? This motherfucker just want to be at gettin' his examine on all about that miracle on your lugbone! You feel me, dogg?
[His gaze shifts guiltily to the squashed architecture beneath his ratty, purple sneakers. Untied laces hang haphazardly around his ankles and drape over the newly demolished area. This elicits another honk out of him, this one more sheepish in tone.]
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Date: 2012-02-09 03:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-09 04:21 am (UTC)[He offers an enthusiastic smile, plopping his polka-dotted ass down in the middle of the sandbox. It's been... a while since he felt sand underneath him. He almost forgot what it felt like. He stared down at it, hands freezing in thought, mid-sculpt.]
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Date: 2012-02-09 06:26 am (UTC)Hey mister, are you okay? You're spacing out again.[She pokes at the now frozen Gamzee.]
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Date: 2012-02-09 06:38 am (UTC)Oh. Oh, she was poking at him, and maybe saying something?]
Ohh, uhhh...
[He trailed off, snapping out of it and working earnestly on another building.]
Hahaha, yeah! This brother's motherfuckin' okay as what's can be. Hey yo, this hive's gonna be bitchin'! Look here, look at this little motherfucker!
[There's now a tiny building where the candy shop used to be. It's kind of... lopsided, and it's sort of a miracle how it could even stand, honestly.]
Hope these pinky sand peeps can get their motherfuckin' forgiveness on at me.